Voice;

[mopirates_moproblems]

[James hasn't made a post since his first - in part because he's terribly lost. He has proper clothes, now, thanks to Favrielle, but it is still overwhelming to be in such a foreign place. His concern isn't so much the rationing, though that seems to be quite the source of anxiety for some he's encountered. What he wants is answers to the many and contradictory things he's been told since his arrival.]

I find myself at something of a loss, in this place, with so many people from such seemingly different times and places. It seems impossible that one person could have brought us here, and insensible that they should.

[That, though, is a subject he's sure has been at the center of many debates. What truly haunts him is what he heard from Peggy and Ariadne before.] I was led to believe that this place was a sort of afterlife, and yet, if I understand correctly, there are some here with ambitions to return to their homes. I do not see how such a thing could be accomplished.

[And that's it. No suggestions, he's just mulling. Aloud, and in public, which, he realizes now, is terribly unseemly.]

Forgive me. There is little purpose to these musings. Perhaps they are better off left unvoiced.

Comments

Re: voice;

[mopirates_moproblems]

That seems an oversimplification, and quite harsh.

voice;

[shorttempered]

Sorry, I... haven't had the best track records with leaders lately.

Re: voice;

[mopirates_moproblems]

Quite understandable. Everyone experiences a crises of faith, from time to time.

voice;

[shorttempered]

When they try to kill you, I think you go past crisis of faith and straight to paranoid.

Re: voice;

[mopirates_moproblems]

That is -- understandable, yes.

[James is cringing a little here, but he can't leap to defending blindly. Not anymore. He's finally learned better.]

voice;

[shorttempered]

[Sighs. Fucking Viltrumites.] I'm not a bad guy, I swear.

voice;

[mopirates_moproblems]

I believe you.

voice;

[shorttempered]

I realize this is ridiculously late, but I'm Mark by the way. Mark Grayson.

Re: voice;

[mopirates_moproblems]

James Norrington. That was rude of me, I apologize.

voice;

[shorttempered]

Don't be, I didn't rush to introduce myself either. Nice to meet you, Mr. Norrington.

Re: voice;

[mopirates_moproblems]

Admiral, actually. The pleasure is mine.

voice;

[shorttempered]

Admiral? For an Earth navy? [Or do other planets use the title "admiral" too?

Mark wondered if he died in a sea battle, but he had just enough tact to keep his mouth shut.]

Re: voice;

[mopirates_moproblems]

[Are there other navies...?]

His Royal Majesty's, of course. England. [The Greatest Country Ever. Can't you hear the stuffed up accent, Mark?]

voice;

[shorttempered]

[He has no idea.]

Just checking. It seems like not everyone's from Earth so I figured I couldn't be too sure...

Cool.

Re: voice;

[mopirates_moproblems]

[People keep doing this to him. He does not understand.]

Then where are they from?

voice;

[shorttempered]

There's a whole bunch of other inhabited planets out there.

We are not alone.

Re: voice;

[mopirates_moproblems]

That is quite impossible.

[So are werewolves... and dragons... and any of the numerous things he's encountered on the turtle.]

voice;

[shorttempered]

Maybe where you're from, but not for me.

voice;

[mopirates_moproblems]

Where everyone is from.

voice;

[shorttempered]

[Says the man to the half-alien.]

Tell that to the people who died in the cities they've destroyed back home where I come from.

Re: voice;

[mopirates_moproblems]

[Well, how is he supposed to know.]

But such a thing is impossible.

voice;

[shorttempered]

Why?

Re: voice;

[mopirates_moproblems]

[Please excuse the stuttering and gaping on the other end. He obviously has no answer to this.]

It simply is!

voice;

[shorttempered]

Also...

You do realize that here you're an alien too, right?

Re: voice;

[mopirates_moproblems]

[What how do you even this logic he can't anymore.]

You have given me a great deal to think about.